#parrotkin

[maggie--pie]

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[fictionkinfessions]

pro-tip for mcyt fictionfolk!!

cream soda tastes a LOT like golden apples. ive mentioned this to other mcyt fictionfolk, they agree with me. cream soda tastes like golden apples. if you miss the taste of golden apples, try cream soda. genuinely.

-parrot 🦜, unstable universe (#✿)

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[avian-culture-is]

Avian (parrot specifically) culture is having echolalia (repeating words and phrases)

@juice-wings

This true ^

[krazy0w0]

Little comic about therianthropy

[your-local-autistic-bird]

It feels so weird to not be able to molt while all my other bird buddies are doing it :( Like plss, I just wanna have the satisfaction of molting and have someone preen me 💔

The yearnings are so strong RAHH

[obstructed-birdsong]

A short flight to the forest

My entry for the Inky Paws 2 zine, depicting a a visit to my favorite bit of wilderness and comparing the swift travel of biking to flight.

[otherkin-confessional]

the onset of spring brings a surge of instincts every year. Everything intensifies: my emotions, my shifts, my phantom limbs, my intrusive thoughts, my cravings. I've built a nest out of everything soft I own and filled it with the stolen clothes of my flockmates, and I keep crying over the silliest things, and binging on snack foods to fuel my body for a clutch that'll never exist. It's the first nesting season I'll be spending without my (ex)partner in several years; the house feels so empty without them, and everything within me is screaming that there's something missing, something wrong. Maybe it's fortunate I don't have feathers, cuz I'd probably be plucking them from the stress by now.

It's ridiculous– I'm asexual, and I do not want (human) kids, and yet, it's such an intense need of mine to protect and provide for something. There's little I can do to ease it but spend time with my loved ones and take things slow for the next few months. Wait for it to be over.

Someday, I'll raise a proper clutch– whether they're parrots, like me, or if I somehow find the space for a chicken coop, or hell, I'd even take ducklings; it doesn't matter. I don't need to lay eggs of my own to be a good mother. I could be a good mother, someday.

I just wish my body and mind would chill until I finally get that chance...

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[nothuman-tips-and-tricks]

any tips for wing dysphoria? (my mental self had big black wings and I can sometimes still feel them and it sucks)

Different ways to solve wing dysphoria: